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Derrick Cox Nov 2020
forget snowballs;
a brick of ice will be thrown at your face
when you first go outdoors.
find warmth in your chambers,
in the arms of your lover,
a cup of hot chocolate
or another land to bathe in sunlight.
here,
death comes to collect the rent.
don't expect any mercy.
be immune as your armor
when you wear it outside.
use your will to do what you must.
and be on your guard;
a blizzard will approach you
when it may.
and don't complain that it's freezing.
winter is here
more heartless than the world is.
pretend you have only four months to live
with snow
falling from heaven.
use it
and live while you still can.
I wanted to describe Winter. What a better way to do it in a metaphor of Mortal Kombat's popular character, the ninja of ice Sub-Zero.
Hammra Sistur Sep 2020
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Sofia Aug 2019
The warm cookies I now liked cold.
The little gnome still kept me warm.
But still, hugs make me feel at home.
Sindi Kay Oct 2018
***** subway floors
Good commutes

Suicide
Up these Gotham city walls

Water dripping down a ***** stall

Cold winter cough you can hear
Homeless mans stare
on your case
Guilt and relief mold your face
J Fletcher Sep 2018
In the thinly spindly Glen
Resides a lonely clucking hen.
Strut and peck, flutter and fluff
The bugs she eats are never enough.
Leaves ripple with the sound
Whispered quiet a question resounds,
"Why not fly South this year?
Freezing frost will soon be here."
It's a metaphor, for people who hate winter but don't make enough money to go south and avoid the snow.  I haven't finished the poem yet.

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